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Show LINES, I" ~ ltc spirited and manly ,.,. lVrittcn on re~cwe-* t if P en.nsylvania, in his late nam·ks nf Om>. R•ln.'r o Slavery. 111cssage, on tlte subJ•cl of e token '-one lip is still freeThank God for th 11 d · nbending one knee! One spirit untramme e -u. deep-rooted and firm, I I of the mountam, Like t lC oa \. 1 . d beutls to the storm; Erect, when the ;u ti~U: and Honor, and God, When traitors to 1 ree ot , d . h blood. Idol pollute wtt ' Are b.owed at an N tl has forgotten her trust, Wh the recreant or l. en . is low in the dust,- And the hp of her honor f om the shackle has Thank Gol1, that one man r broken ! as a freeman, h as spo ]c e n .' Thank God, that one man, ' 65 O'er thy crags, Allcghnny, a blast has been blown ! Down thy tide , Susquehanna, the murmur has gone ! To the land of the South-of the Charter and Chain- Of Liberty swcctcncrl with Slavery's paiu ; Where the cont of Democra cy dwells on the lips Of the forgers of fetter;;, aud wielders of whips! "\Vhcre c chival ric ' honor means really no more Than scourg ing of wo1ncn, :tllfl robbing the poor! Where the Moloch of Slavery sitteth on high, And the words which he uttcis <H~'Vonsiin•, on DIE! Right onward, oh, speed it-wherever the blood Of the wronged and tl1e guiltless is crying to God; 'Vherever a slave in his fetters is pin ing\ Vhc rever the lash of the dri\'cr is twiningWherever from kindred, torn rudely ~ part, Comes the sorrowful wail of the broken of heartWherever the ~hackles of tyranny hind, In s ile nce and darkness, the God-gi\'cn mindThere, God speed it onward 1-its truth will be feltT he bonds shall be loosened-the ir~n • hall melt ! And oh, will the land, where the free soul of P ENN StilllinfTers and breathes over mountain and glcnWil! th; land where a BF.NEZ E'l''s spirit went forth To the peeled, and the meted, and outcast of earthWhere the words of the Charter of Liberty first From the soul of the sage and the patriot burst- 5 |
